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A Knight's Desire — Judith Hill
A DESPERATE SEDUCTION
Taryn Maitland faced the Great Earl of Arundel and let her garments fall to the ground. She had to make him want her, had to make him take her. It was the only way she could escape the hideous marriage her greedy brother had arranged. Her lecherous bridegroom insisted on a virgin bride, so a wanton she must be. She would give herself to the handsome, powerful lord of Castle Jaune, one man her brother wouldn't dare defy. And then she would be free. Free of everything but the taste of the earl's passion on her lips, and the brand of his hands on her flesh!
A BURNING TEMPTATION
Many women had offered themselves to Garrett d'Aubigny, but none quite so unexpectedly. In no mood for a wench's tricks, he scowled at Taryn's shapely form. She was delectable enough, with her flaming red tresses and creamy skin. And it was his unquestionable right as liege lord to sample whatever pleasures he desired. But he did not enjoy being a scheming bride's pawn. He would have the very willing lady, but he would make certain she knew he was master here. He would make her cry out with passion, write with wanting, and surrender completely to his most intimate embrace!
Taryn Maitland faced the Great Earl of Arundel and let her garments fall to the ground. She had to make him want her, had to make him take her. It was the only way she could escape the hideous marriage her greedy brother had arranged. Her lecherous bridegroom insisted on a virgin bride, so a wanton she must be. She would give herself to the handsome, powerful lord of Castle Jaune, one man her brother wouldn't dare defy. And then she would be free. Free of everything but the taste of the earl's passion on her lips, and the brand of his hands on her flesh!
A BURNING TEMPTATION
Many women had offered themselves to Garrett d'Aubigny, but none quite so unexpectedly. In no mood for a wench's tricks, he scowled at Taryn's shapely form. She was delectable enough, with her flaming red tresses and creamy skin. And it was his unquestionable right as liege lord to sample whatever pleasures he desired. But he did not enjoy being a scheming bride's pawn. He would have the very willing lady, but he would make certain she knew he was master here. He would make her cry out with passion, write with wanting, and surrender completely to his most intimate embrace!
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